India, July 28 -- Quite often-no, delete that-very often, a good psychologist, especially the expensive kind who has a couch and not just a chair, goes deep into a patient's past. "Tell me about your childhood," they murmur soothingly, while you clutch a tissue and recall how someone snatched your lollipop in class three.

There's crying, some nose-blowing, and maybe even an "Aha!" moment. And once the patient realises that the trauma is from yesterday's cricket match and not today's board meeting, there's healing. Clarity. A decision to finally let go of that lollipop incident and pick up life again.

Now, imagine a psychologist who doesn't want you healed. Who keeps you stewing in your old pain. Who interrupts your "I'm feeling better n...